F is for FUN

It wasn’t affecting me more than any other letter until I took a look at the images from his Flickr group and began to laugh. Right then, said I to myself. Let’s have fun and only fun this week. There’s a discipline for you. When I first got clean and was living in rehabilitation situations in Sydney, “they’ insisted on my having FUN. I was 3/4 mad, had lost my children and marriage and in fact every slightest trace of the first 37 years of my life and was facing the situation totally drug and alcohol free. Grief stricken insanity was eating rat holes in my brain and “they” wanted me to have FUN. That was the first time I heard the expression that FUN IS NOT A FOUR LETTER WORD. In came the discipline of a crawl back to Sanity and I began on the adventure of Compulsory Fun.

It started with an ice cream on the beach. Since then, I have had a lot of Fun. Last time was when I got stuck on the slippery slide at the swimming pool on Monday of this week.

‎"Sometimes we need to place love ahead of indiscriminate `factual honesty'. We cannot, under the guise of `perfect honesty', cruelly and unnecessarily hurt others. Always one must ask, `What is the best and most loving thing I can do?' LETTER, 1966. W.W.

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